She said, “I’d rather be direct.” Than message my hints of wants and needs. I said, “Slow down and take a breath.” Fogging up my glasses will interfere with my deeds.
She said, “Just lay down your spectacles.” I said, “I’d rather move down and behold that spectacle.” She smiled whilst warning me to stop with the wordplay. Her eyes lied for in them I saw something playful.
Both of us unable to speak again. I wove a poem into her body and essence. As she hypnotized me with her moans.
Her body said, “One more time.” I didn’t reply for I’d lost my tongue to her.
Play with my skin like it has landmines. Blow me kisses that explode on my lips. The bullets that find my heart and head. They are like tanks riding my naked body. I came with no arms but still hold you. As you destroy me, I mushroom towards a higher cloud.
My fingertips trace your smooth thighs. My familiar hand steers past your rounded hips and crashes into their vertex. You whisper your longing in between breaths. As my fingers tune you to the highest pitch. There will be plucking and blowing. Leading to a percussion of musical moans.